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Autumn is a season of maturity, harvest, enrichment and indifference. It has experienced the prosperity of spring and summer, and is no longer proud of being praised and loved. It is isolated from all the praise and affection of Qiu Guang, but it is willing to be a leisurely, distant and elusive autumn.
Rain should be the messenger of spring. There is no good weather in spring in memory. Rain will fall unconsciously. The idea of dripping all over the sky seems to have no weight. When the breeze blows, it will blow sideways, covering everything that has quietly recovered with a hazy veil. Rain brings some clean and fresh breath, some like the smell of mint; When it is rich, it smells like earth. After all, it is spring! Rain is more feminine. She danced lightly on other people's umbrellas, roofs, green leaves and petals of plants, and repeatedly poured out the tenderness of water.
A curved silver hook-like moon has been embedded in the sparse branches and leaves of buttonwood trees on the corner, much like a dark blue sky with a quiet smile.
The moon has just risen, big and round, and the moon in Huang Chengcheng hangs in the mountain pass. I believe that if I climb the hillside quickly, I can touch it with my hands. Is it as slippery as a mirror or as cold as ice?
Autumn rain is cool, casual and willful. Give me unlimited sureness and let me feel the fullness and happiness of life. I like autumn rain. I like walking slowly in autumn rain. I like this beautiful mood born in the autumn rain. May life be heavy and full forever. May life be as I wish.
The most touching thing is that the sunset is reflected in Lin Qiu. It was so drunk that it set off the deepening dusk in the sky. The cool evening breeze is a beautiful and sad beauty with twilight. It makes you cry a few lines of life experience, but you are captured by the fading drunken red, and you are willing to condense your unrestrained feelings.
Fog yarn curled up, harp sounded, and autumn wind contained infinite poetry. Chrysanthemums fall in colorful waterfalls, one after another, shedding thoughts and dreams that can never be reached. Hydrangea is like a burning red candle, one after another, full of expectation, blooming with rosy clouds and blood-stained music, charming in the fog. The sun shines, and beauty is in the heart.
There is no doubt that green is the most exciting color. Dark green gives people indifference and tranquility; Light green gives people peace and lightness; Light green gives people the imagination of life. And green music may give people thinking about survival, life and life.
Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof.
It's raining quietly, only a little thin sound. The orange-red house, like an old monk in a bright cassock, was baptized by the rain with his head down and his eyes closed.
The rain washed away the fragrant spring mud on the face and body for the saplings and bamboo shoots. It's like thousands of thin hairs of cattle falling on your face, cool and itchy, which makes people feel very comfortable and comfortable.
Summer rain is more violent than spring rain, almost all of which are thunderstorms. Before it rained, the air was sultry and swallows flew very low. Suddenly there was a loud noise and the rain was pouring. The rain fell on the ground with a clatter and soon became a river. After bathing the earth, the rain fell into the lake and immediately rippled around. Fish will also surface and suck. Summer rain gives people a feeling of pleasure and enjoyment.
Autumn comes with fallen leaves. The number of rainfalls has also increased slowly, with more rainfall. A few dark clouds floated slowly, covering the already weak sun, and the rain came unconsciously. At first it was soft and sparse, and gradually it became denser and denser. Rain brushed my face, and a gust of wind blew, which made people shudder inadvertently. What an autumn rain and a cold!
After the autumn rain, winter came quietly. Sometimes, there is a little snow and rice in the middle. When the cold wind blows, people in the streets and alleys are fully armed: hats, scarves, gloves and down jackets are all wrapped up, leaving only eyes and nostrils outside.
If the blackboard is a sea of Wang Yang, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when the bell rings, you paddle with your pointer, rowing the textbooks moored in the harbor like a boat. On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart.
Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, people who feel hungry must digest well, people who feel anxious must be efficient, and people who feel crisis must make rapid progress.
Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark. Look forward, don't look back, as long as you face it bravely and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused.
When you are immersed in warm wind, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters, fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic. Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but the beautiful scenery in autumn is the crystallization after melting in hot summer?
The night gave me black glasses, and I will use them to find the light-Gu Cheng.
A flower can't decorate the gorgeous spring; A note, the score does not call out people's music; A spray can't converge into a vast sea; A star can't decorate the vast starry sky.
It is said that people who like yellow are very affectionate; People who like purple are very romantic; People who like blue are depressed; People who like cyan are very cold; People who like red are very enthusiastic; People who like brown are very secretive; People who like white are simple; People who like black are deep; People who like green are very kind.
Sometimes the helplessness of life does not come from oneself, but is created unintentionally by others, which is a mistake. Life is a contradiction, the distance between day and night, the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, so there is picky love, which adds helplessness to the joy of waiting.
A quiet night, I was alone, some empty, some desolate. Sitting under the starry sky and looking up at the beautiful sky, it feels very real.
However, illusory, flickering, it seems that there is still some beating. Everything beautiful is always in an instant, just like a mirage.
In an instant, when the sky brightens, it has receded with the stars.
The gradually blowing wind messed up my hair and made my long skirt float. Green leaves seem to dance in the wind, leaving the tree and pouncing on it.
I touched the earth without knowing that it would wither. I bent down and gently picked up a leaf. Very orderly stems and veins are a beautiful ornament. I am a little bemoaned: green leaves, green leaves, you float down from the tree and dance with the wind. How beautiful it is, but I didn't know you were called a fallen leaf!
The whole world, because of the sunshine, the city has vitality; Be careful, because there is sunshine, the heart is comfortable. Bright golden yellow, small shadows among the trees are imaged as a little broken gold on the leaves, and the direct shooting on the sea reflects layers of fragments rolling with the waves, creating beautiful scenery for this nature, intoxicating warmth, limpidity and gentleness mixed with deep warmth, and nourishing the soul that has been sunny for a long time after the rain!
When glitz gives us too much deception, the falsehood in reality almost makes us forget the real existence. It is true feelings that bring us the purest and truest feelings. It reveals a beautiful oath and permeates eternal and persistent true love.
Youth is a time to laugh and cry, a young eagle soaring in the blue sky. Although he has not fully grown up and is naive and ignorant, he tries to find the sky without his parents for a moment of passion and a feeling of soaring alone!
Such a gentle wind drives young trees and grass to dance together. When a breeze blows, it's like my mother's hand gently caressing her face. I like that feeling, cool and refreshing. To enjoy life, you don't have to be accompanied by delicacies, silks and satins. Nature is the most precious thing God has given to mankind.
Because you know, you are tolerant; I will let go because of tolerance. Remember, if love is taken away, the world will become a grave; if
Take away tolerance, we can't find sunshine. Let go, you can go into battle lightly, you can be tolerant, and you can listen to life with your heart. Forgive those who have hurt you, understand those who love you, understand those who are kind to you, and remember those who really treat you with heart.
Whether it is blue or shiny, whether it is calm or rough, ups and downs, the slightest fluctuation; I like to listen to the sound of the sea, whether it is the sound of waves hitting rocks or the sound of waves rolling, it is soft and surging; I like watching the sea, no matter whether my mood is comfortable or dull, no matter whether the weather is sunny or gloomy, I am comfortable and relaxed.
Open the yellowed pages and try to find the footprints left by the past. It seems that friends who were many years ago have become strangers now. Rushing by, the friendship that has been maintained for many years has faded, and no intimacy can be found. I only meet them occasionally and smile. Now I can only look for those unforgettable things in the past in this yellow pages. At least I can hold on to the last silk thread.
It's getting dark again, and this busy city is going to fall asleep again. Let this tired "body" bid farewell to the hard work of the day, let it sleep, and accompany people in the city to sleep. The crescent moon in the sky is watching the city and its people affectionately, watching the lights of every household go out gradually, and it is quietly playing the "Song of the Moon" on the bedside.
Listen, whose piano sound is so bleak, low-key and slow-paced, as if telling something. The tone is low-key and slightly trembling.
Sounds like my heart is shaking, too. I feel a kind of depressed breath, whether it has condensed in this air.
The noise and light of the world, the joy and happiness of the world, are like a clean stream, warm in the wind and in front of my eyes.
It comes out like a spring. I don't expect anything. I just want you to be happy and not sad.
Lights, with bright light, accompany you whenever night comes, so unknown. It is ordinary and has a gorgeous appearance.
No, it's all the same Lamps decorated with pearls and crystals can only be used for decoration to satisfy people's vanity. Compared with this, ordinary fluorescent lamp is lucky, because its lighting properties have not changed, just like some people in life are ordinary but real.
It is sunny today. It's very comfortable to sit by the window and look at such a sunny day outside. The world after rain always gives people a bright future.
It seems that the sun shines on the "heart", which makes the flowers trampled by the wind and rain a few days ago regain love and care and reproduce the vitality of life!
Ignorant people are waiting for the illusion in their dreams, and the reward they get is not what they want, but the mark left by years on their faces. They have accomplished nothing.
Life is wasted. In life, instead of taking time to wait, it is better to speed up the pace to pursue your own ideals and strive to race against time. Maybe you will feel physically and mentally exhausted, but this life is full after all.
Some are cold, some are cold, some are helpless. I am walking alone in the dark, trembling, my body is shrinking, and my new life is shaking.
I can't see the road ahead clearly, where to go, I feel confused and my chest is a little stuffy. I looked around, the deserted streets looked deserted, and I felt that the whole world would give up on me. Between the steps, tears have already dropped.
Wonderful excerpt
June breeze blows, knocking down degraded memories, refreshing, from fingertips to the bottom of my heart. The stiff body swings with the wind when standing. The leaves are dancing gently, the rustling sound is fascinating, people are moved by the warmth and the rhythm of loud voice. I gently shed my sweat stains, looked for the feelings of teenagers, and sent myself clearly into a vague memory.
The wind is a ship from the clouds, full of childhood longing, changing the mind of the water side. So we came to the place where there was water, reflecting the reflection of the wind, but we couldn't catch it, and any trace of melancholy disappeared in the smoke. The wind blows the ripples on the water surface and stretches in the pure sight. Dancing gently and gracefully in the waves, intoxicated and overturned in the humid air.
Clothes become messy in wanton enjoyment, like an uncontrollable mood. Will clear sadness, floating in the wind, condensed into a piece of white paper, calling for the echo of innocence, leaving heavy creases, turning into a paper plane, flying in the just visit with the wind as the road. The curved arc in the air is a smile, a cry and an unfinished dream. When the paper plane glides round and round, my thoughts also roam in the ever-lasting temperature. When the plane slowly falls, the memory is shattered in the waves, and the wish hidden in the wind is still lingering melancholy.
The disappointment of the wind lies in the clouds. The wind said, I often envy the clouds because they are white and floating in my heart.
Clouds, white floating in my heart.
Clouds, floating around, dancing with the wind, bring my blessings to the blue sky together. I am pursuing that white dream, which is light and soft. This is the cradle of charm. I watched and ran until I reached the other side of the mountain. It is still so close and so far away from me, and I am confused and disappointed. I don't know whether I should keep running or wait on the edge of watching. How can the beauty of cotton wool not be envied? How can its ever-changing figure not be fascinating? The sun shines on it, and it covers its face with its body, so its soft lines turn golden again. Turn into a horse, a fish, ups and downs, and waves. Beautiful as a girl and lively as a child. How I want to fly to it and have it. But I don't know how to treat it and have it. It is a sacred petal in my heart. If you hold it in your hand, you are afraid of flying, but if you hold it in your mouth, you are afraid of melting.
I often dream that I become a cloud, colorful and free to come and go. The wind is my companion, and I swim freely in the ocean of the sky. We learn from the pious Kuafu and race against the sun. The wind told me that we left a story about the wandering of the sky and clouds. I told the wind, don't run, Kuafu is waiting for our triumphant figure in heaven. The wind began to be fierce, and my running began to be fierce, forgetting time and space. The sun tanned my skin and I smiled at the wind. It's nothing. This is a healthy color. During the running, I heard the voice of Kuafu shouting and cheering, and I saw the admiring smile of the sun. The wind says that running is a kind of strength, and we forget why we should chase it. I said, sometimes chasing doesn't need a reason, because it is a pious belief.
The sun is setting, and we are scattering bits and pieces all the way. The wind said it was going to rain. I said, no, that's wet spirit, the spirit of water.
Rain, wet spirit, water spirit.
Warm rain, densely woven, like a scattered water curtain. The dry world becomes wet with the sound of ticking. Leaves become greener, the air becomes brighter, and people's mood begins to brighten. Walking in the rain with a small umbrella, let the rain beat the worries of the years and turn them into deep and shallow puddles on the ground. The distant green hills are surrounded by smoke and waves, which reminds people of an idyllic, picturesque and song-like paradise. There are no drifting fishing boats on the smoky river, and my thoughts are still immersed in the situation that "green bamboo hats and green clothes don't need to return to the rain" and I don't want to go out.
The warm rain washed away the dust of history, but I couldn't restore it, and I couldn't clearly describe the joys and sorrows of the ancients. Therefore, I can only walk along the road with a small umbrella, enjoy a long story with green thoughts, and then turn it into soil to hide its fragrance. The rain drops down and slips away quietly in the gap of the path, just like a girl hiding a sad past in her throat. Looking at the gray sky through the rain curtain, how many unknown stories are there in the dust? And all I see is still a rain, a path, a lonely river, and I, holding a small umbrella, stand alone in the wind and rain.
That rain is wet spirit, the spirit of water. It's just that it turns many touching stories into soil, and even the fragrance is hidden in the soil. The fragrance in the air may be the sustenance of the story or my poor reverie. My tears echo the rain, and I can't tell which is rain and which is tears. I wonder if it is the soul of water.
It's still raining, but I can't understand its story, only its posture in the rain and fog.
Standing (Wen Jun)
You only choose one posture in your life-standing.
When the wind blows, you refuse to fall; On the day of heavy snow, you refused to give in; At the moment when the flood raged, you refused to bow your head; At dusk, with the knife and axe in hand, you refused to bend down. A tree, in the long river of years, writes the life of a hero.
In the vast desert, a tree stands upright and is a monument; Towering green hills, thousands of trees stand upright, is a great wall; On the long river bank, all the trees stand upright and are a dragon; The tree of youth sings eternal sincerity in the tide of the times.
Stand up and give the earth a shade; Stand and give the river a drop of purity; Stand up and give a greeting to life; Standing, give the city a ray of warmth. Regardless of honor or disgrace, regardless of gains or losses, stand for a lifetime, just to repay the kindness of the soil and prove the rock-solid spirit of life.
People, standing with trees, is an irresistible force and a miracle that shakes the earth!